“I think he’s upstairs,” Dean called out from the kitchen, where he was starting the coffeemaker. “I passed him on the stairs a while ago. He had a pizza crust in his mouth like a stogie.”

Silas rolled his eyes and jogged up the sweeping staircase. He poked his head into the back bedrooms on the second floor. It looked like someone was definitely moving in up here.

A loud snore caught his attention from the front of the house.

He found Kevin curled up under the covers on a cot in the middle of the biggest bedroom Silas had ever seen. Maggie’s room. Tall, skinny doors led out to a balcony. A deep seat was built into a huge window, framing in the view of river and mountains.

The view was the only thing the room had going for it. The cot was pushed up against a wall where a king-size bed should be. Next to it was a small coffeemaker on the floor. Next to that was a painting of Mr. and Mrs. Campbell propped up against the wall. There was a power strip near the bed that housed a variety of chargers and a stack of spreadsheets and blueprints.

The woman even worked in bed.

Kevin gave another enthusiastic snore. His tail wagged under the thin blanket. Silas sighed, snapped a picture, and headed back downstairs.

He found Maggie and Dean in the study at the front of the house.

“Who wants to read a book next to a fire guarded by a gargoyle?” Dean complained, eyeing the fireplace surround currently being attacked by a scrub-brush-wielding Maggie.

It was a rainy afternoon, and Maggie Nichols was hell-bent on not taking advantage of it.

“Who doesn’t?” Sy and Maggie said together. She shot him a considering look.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m gonna need you two to spend more time apart. I can only deal with one Maggie at a time.”

“Mags, how upset are you going to be if I tell you one of my crew decided to eat pizza and take a nap in your bed?” Silas asked.

She looked up and gave him her first real grin since the fight. It made him feel like some kind of champion. “I take it you found Kevin?”

He showed her the picture.

“Now, that’s someone who knows how to use his afternoon off,” Dean said behind Maggie’s back. He pointed at her and then twirled his finger around his ear. “Don’t think you can work me around the clock when I move in.”

She glanced at Silas. “Not that you need to know, but Dean and Cody are moving in.”

“Kid was couch surfing,” Dean explained. “I’ve got a call in five. I’ll be upstairs with a vat of coffee if you need anything.”

He waited until Dean was gone before perching on the wide sill of the front window.